Dour Monday

As I looked out the window this afternoon my mind retreated to the pictures on Jenny's site I saw this morning. There the sun shone, the sky was blue and life was jolly.  Outside my window a great big dark cloud was looming from the west and soon after it dropped a copious amount of water on all and sundry.  I had to pity those who were wandering across the park when it broke, though I did so from behind my window pane.  At least that got a bit of a clean from the rain. This was the first real rain we have had during the day for some time, however it has been damp some nights when I am not interested on looking for it.  The farmers will not be happy.  Hot sun last year, warm winter an little rain.  Price increases all round and that on top of Brexit at that, woopee!
However I will be feeding well this week, all the buffet stuff  from yesterday fills the fridge, most of it will last several days before turning green and lots of cheese with which to give myself cholesterol poisoning.  
Having had to clean the place for her majesty's arrival I need to keep it clean and hide all the faults for tomorrow when the landlord checks the boiler.  This has only been in six months and will not take long but I am working hard at the museum, unless I can get out of it, which means they will be here alone.  If the handyman comes, which is usual that is fine but if the boss comes herself, well she is a woman and will see things I don't see - like dust.  Tonight, before the football at seven I must move things, hide things and fill the sink with bleach to make it appear clean.
I hope she does not read this.